Pros Like Us Pt. 2

We met, 

a bit creepy I suppose.

A life’s work,

made something no one knows.

We loved life,

at least escaping it together.

A demolition romance,

reduced to following prose. 

Golden hair 

with a silver stare.

The only answer

to a hopeful prayer.

The kind of love,

in simple silence expressed. 

The kind of girl,

to ruin you for all the rest. 

Let’s regress

to when it was good;

back on your bed, 

when lovers 

said what they should.

Back when passion

was a match

to set the sheets to burn.

Back when I loved,

and I was loved in return. 

From the start, 

I’ve been in this 

till the finish,

with a ring

in my pocket

and a lump 

in my throat. 

A proposed future.

A reply in tears. 

A reaction 

to erase all fears.

From flashing

to all of the lights,

keeping the beat 

to our sleepless nights.

Let’s kill

the lights.

Let’s let

two wrongs 

make a right. 

I’ll be the darkness,

you be the light. 

These are the

words I’ve never said.

To those

gone for hours,

keeping company

in my head. 

Some pray 

for the strength

to flip a new leaf.

Some scratch 

the surface

and never find 

the prize beneath. 

Not us, 

I’ll always 

be your exception

to every broken rule,

and you’ll always stay,

my beautiful jewel.